You are a stack of notes

waiting to be used,

like a lost seagull.

You are a jolly jar of jam

poised like a statue

bringing many tastes.

You are the rings of Saturn

on a black canvas

as it orbits the planet.

You are a small Poodle

sat waiting,

like an ellipsis.

You are the smell of a luscious lemon

hidden in a forgotten blender.

You are in Birmingham cheering

for your team as the score.